Posts tagged ‘memory’

catacombs

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my

mind is

tethered to

memories which

keep weighing me down ~

dragging me along

through catacombs

of darkness

filled with

tears

ς

moon

a view from Saturday night

ς

August 11, 2014 at 3:40 pm 13 comments

Weekly Photo Challenge – Contrasts

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les sylphides

a photo from the past

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Way back… when I was in high school, I had the opportunity to be a film project.   The student was a fashion design major at the University of Cincinnati, and I was her model for the day.  Her assignment was to showcase contrast.

I do believe the photo speaks for itself.

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http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/contrasts/

 

June 27, 2014 at 5:22 pm 19 comments

please come…

ϒ

please

∼ take my hand

i wish to dance

upon a cloud with you

beneath the glow of a moonlit sky

and

the sound of a nightingale’s tune.

i long to lose myself

within

your gaze

and

loving smile

so

∼ take my hand ∼

our cloud awaits…

please

stay

for

at least

a little

while

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ϒ

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dream sequence from ‘Carousel’

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June 27, 2014 at 1:45 pm 18 comments

suspended in time

∼ ∼

looking in his eyes

feet never touching the ground

once upon a waltz

∼ ∼

a ps:  Way back when I was in college, I took a historical dance class, which was taught by Mr. Richard Powers*, a famous dance historian known for his work in film, stage productions and workshops around the world.  Each class, a student had an opportunity to dance with the teacher.  My opportunity – my blessing  – came the day of the waltz.  He stood in front of me, took my hand and the other commandingly held my waist.  I was terribly jittery inside; nervous that I would step on his toes, or worse, break a limb.   When the music began, I was literally swept off my feet.  All I can say is that I have never, ever had a moment where I completely lost track of time and place.  All I saw were his eyes and, I can honestly say, I never felt my feet touch the ground.

There has never been a moment like this since.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Powers_%28dance_historian%29

June 17, 2014 at 1:00 pm 13 comments

Bill

his

deep voice

a sweet sound –

could make me laugh

could make me angry

could make me cry big tears

could say what i could not – say

could lift me up and drop me hard

could make me feel as if i mattered

he was my best friend and i still miss him.

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Las Vegas, 2009
Myself, Sponge Bob and Bill

February 21, 2014 at 4:23 pm 18 comments

flickers for mom

a glow in the room

she lights them for her mother

eight flickering flames

 ∫

menorah 2

December 1, 2013

The Hanukkah menorah belonged to my mother’s father.

The mats below were made by Jordan in 1997 and Peyton in 2000.

My mom passed away December 10, 2004.

December 2, 2013 at 3:45 pm 12 comments

darkness of winter

the darkness of winter brings a sadness inside –

an awareness so many are gone.

like the colors of autumn fading away,

cherished memories seem to wither along.

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this time of year used to mean so very much –

days full of holiday cheer

but

now i barely see a crumb of what was

i see only sadness mixed with tinges of fear.

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i wish i could ignore

the merriment which surrounds me,

but

the media will not stop pounding it into my head.

if

i could only lock the doors to the world and disappear,

i could exist without this feeling of dread.

December 1, 2013 at 5:17 pm 15 comments

these nights

˜

nights like these tear open scars –

leave a burning, seething pain

and

drown my thoughts in memories

of a person

i wish

would fade away.

˜

each time i close my eyes to sleep

he is standing over me –

with a blade so sharp

it cuts to the bone;

i can do nothing to resist

but

bleed.

˜

i DO keep waiting for the night to come

when he no longer shows his face –

when he can no longer stab me

through the heart

and

hold my soul at bay.

˜

however

˜

until the time arrives

in which

he is nowhere to be seen,

i will prepare for battle

every night

in hopes

that i can

sleep.

˜

November 12, 2013 at 4:33 pm 8 comments

the words i write

˜

words on a page

come to life in my mind

formulated by experiences –

little fragments in time

˜

but

˜

it’s the feelings and emotions

sustained by the heart

which bring the ‘essence’ –

their soul to life.

˜

˜

˜

October 22, 2013 at 5:20 pm 13 comments

here

whether i am working, running, cooking or cleaning.

you are here.

with me.

i can be driving – anywhere

cooking – anything

listening to any song.

you are here.

with me.

i can be shopping at a store,

eating a bite of food

or walking the dog.

you are here.

with me.

i can be looking up at the stars,

dreaming in my sleep

or doing nothing.

you are here.

with me.

how dare you invade

my every thought,

my every breath.

who gave you permission?

who said that you could?

remember this fact –

you left me,

you quit us.

so

go back to your life,

your world,

your dream –

go use someone else

and

stay far away

from

me.

July 29, 2013 at 4:17 pm 27 comments

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